It rumbles as the storm begins
Frustration strikes all with in
Raging wars on peaceful land
In the end there is no lending hand
For bonds are ripped and torn
The mender is completely worn
Sick from furious waves
Full of overwhelming craze
The sea itself has been iced over
As unrealistic hopes dreadfully lower
The calm is so far into the distant
Its meaning becomes nonexistent
Misinterpreted loved ones
Are mistaken as the burden
The obscure truth is masked in doubt
Heavily hanging in the air
Such animosity, not a soul should ever bear
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
It rumbles as the storm begins
Frustration strikes all with in
Raging wars on peaceful land
In the end there is no lending hand
For bonds are ripped and torn
The mender is completely worn
Sick from furious waves
Full of overwhelming craze
The sea itself has been iced over
As unrealistic hopes dreadfully lower
The calm is so far into the distant
Its meaning becomes nonexistent
Misinterpreted loved ones
Are mistaken as the burden
The obscure truth is masked in doubt
Heavily hanging in the air
Such animosity, not a soul should ever bear
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